Damaged Goods
Just a little something I wrote the other night.
Damaged Goods
I feel so damaged like I'm not good enoug fo anything good.
That if real love does exis it’s not fo me.
I just feel like I'm not destine fo love and happiness.
That at one time mayb and somehow that momen lef and all that remain is a shell of a human.
That has a broken heart wit lots of bandage covering it.
Yet it still beats just the same and has the same ache that others have.
That maybe one day I shall get that same kind of love that everyone talks about.
Though a part of me feels that it’s not for all of us and maybe I'm one of those that
isn't so lucky or blessed to receive it.
But then out of their like a beacon in the darkness it’s like bam that feeling of where your heart
just says wow this might be it because there is something there and you can't deny it or fight it.
Funny how your mind and heart play tricks on you and allow you to believe such lies and you fall for
it every fucking time.
And then you are left feeling your heart hurt.
And you are so mad because it did it again,
it mislead you, it betrayed you.
You want to rip that mother fucker out and you can't.
There's nothing you can do but put on your happy face so others can't see your pain.
And all you want to do is run scream and beg for someone to take this away from you.
You know deep down they can't because you're in your own hell
and not one person cares.
And you want to claw every feeling you have in you out
you want, that pain that is so deep in you, you want it out.
And you don't care how you get it out as long as it’s out of you.
So back to shell you go protecting everything you hold dear to you.
But this time you go back deeper than you did the last time.